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Nov 2011
There is a race
At a constant pace
Though fast or slow
You will never know
You can try
Though someday you’ll die
You cannot fly
I shall not lie
No thoughts are pure
I do implure
I have no future
I’ve thought before
Mason Hollows
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Mason Hollows  24/M/Atlanta, GA
(24/M/Atlanta, GA)   
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